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Papa, I've never cried, so hard in my life,
I've never cried, this long in my life,
I've never thought, of ending a cry,
I've never known, sorrow has no time line.

Papa, I tell myself, be strong,
Cause I have to accept, that you are gone,
No body can help me, life has to go on,
I can tell it to myself, but papa, it's hard.

Papa, I neglected, my blog for a while,
I missed her, and Mr. Darcy's smile,
But I couldn't write, a single line,
This unexplainable sorrow, I felt for the very first time.

Papa, I seem to be alright,
That's what I should show, to the world outside,
But Papa, this burning larva inside,
Burns my eyes, and sends down tears, every night.

Papa, there's a lot, that I need to write,
But the keys are damp, they too might cry,
Maybe not for the words, I write,
But I don't want my tears, to soak their eyes.

Papa, this picture, was clicked that day,
Uncle clicked it, cause I'll need it someday,
I'm thankful, cause that memory has to stay,
And Papa, here's a few words I rhymed,
While I crawled along this gloomy lane,
Papa promise me, you'll take care of yourself, 
Until we meet again, in that beautiful land.

-Debra R. N. Ludwick-














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